I am in love with a married man that I met when I was 14. He came into my life after 15 years of absence, seduced me, told me I should have been the mother of his kids, and told me he wanted to marry me, and then backed out because he didn’t want to put his three kids through a divorce with his wife. I know I should feel bad for still being in contact with him, and I know I should feel like the stupid one for believing in him, but I don’t. I want to believe in him, and in the power of love. I know I should feel bad for my own husband, married to a woman he should never have married that is in love with another man, but I am just trying to get through what life has given me without a nervous breakdown.
